Me: Who’s your daddyShe: aah it hurtsMe: Say it fast, whom do you belong toShe: You are my master, you own my body and can do whatever you want.I le...t her nipples and started moving towards her dripping panty, it was very wet. I took it off and smelt it, aah the smell was awesome. I licked it a bit and then gagged her with the same panty. I started squeezing her thighs and rubbing them and patting. Her pussy juices flowed out as I touched her thighs, I was teasing my slut by doing so. Finally,. Emily sat there still in a bit of shock. Here was a young teen that sounded and acted like someone who was four times her age. Shaking her head Emily finished up her paperwork, gathered her stuff, and got ready to leave. As she was leaving a thought hit her like a freight train. This thought puzzled her but she went with it anyway and turned around to walk back into the hospital. For many years after, Emily would wonder why she had done this and she could never find an answer. She went up. Once or twice a week we made the trip into Houston to the club. It was a private club upstairs from a restaurant. The owner was particular about who he allowed in and his criterion was not always obvious. Some people became downright angry at being denied entry, but Carl ran the club for his personal pleasure, not for the profit. He wasn’t terribly concerned about those who got upset. He just saw it as validation for not letting them in to begin with. Frankly, I thought the restricted clientele. Owens. “Mr. Owens, if she is sincere, I would be willing to invoke the “traditional” protocol. Tiffany really could bring a lot to this company. I know that protocol is rarely invoked or accepted by all parties, but I would be willing to try it in this case.” Mr. Owens thought for a moment. For the life of her, Tiffany didn’t know what the “traditional” protocol was. She almost didn’t care if it meant hanging on to her job. “Well Ms. Ashton, Tiffany is in your department so we can initiate.